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It’s graduation weekend for Jen and the party never ceases. Her parents drove in (from freakin’ PA, how cool is that?), and we’ve so far been to two of the three major parties scheduled for the weekend. A potluck for the graduates and their immediate families hosted by a classmate, the picnic at lake phalen we just threw, and the formal graduation (at the alumni center” of the University of Minnesota. I won’t lie to you: I’m pooped. I was pretty well pooped after the bourbon tasting on Wed. Thursday was a slow day, and now Friday and today have been extended remix versions of the “oh my gosh, we never really even got to know each other and now it’s time to say goodbye” dance. Wheeeee.

One of the picnickers today brought a box of black box wine. Now, I’ve been making fun of wineinabox for some time now, based on the offerings from Franzia and the like. This, however appeared to be the grand poobah of such containers. “Bottles are expensive,” says the label, “by not using them, we are able to offer outstanding wine at substantial savings.” Why do I worry about any wine that feels the need to start off our relationship by apologizing?